Destroying the wagon took minutes. Starting with the handle, he broke it at the hinge. The final parts to come undone were the wheels. He was satisfied, but only a moment later his fears were overwhelming. Some other children, and what looked to be their father, were running his way.
offbeatjim wittenberg
Cool Poem Dad! But out of all the cool monster poems you’ve got, one about a wagon got published!
I’m guessing thats what happen to our broken wagon in the garage!
oops
smashing.